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Why the FUCK are we still talking about World War fucking Two?
IT'S 80 YEARS AGO.
Fucking GET OVER IT, Britain. Especially you xenophobic supposed "patriots".
Seriously, if this is the only way you can get it up you DEEPLY need to get some help, you flag-humping wankers.
IT'S 80 YEARS AGO.
Fucking GET OVER IT, Britain. Especially you xenophobic supposed "patriots".
Seriously, if this is the only way you can get it up you DEEPLY need to get some help, you flag-humping wankers.
Half you pricks droning on about this shit - no, probably most of you - have no fucking CLUE beyond the licence you THINK - because you're jingoist ASSHOLES - that war gives you to treat Europeans like shit.
But you know what, Britain? You know what?
But you know what, Britain? You know what?
While you've been DICKING AROUND wallowing in your woolly-arse dipshit nostalgia, watching fucking Dad's fucking Army and talking bilge about how you - all of you, personally, apparently - saved the world from the Nazis, do you know what the rest of the world has done?
I'll tell you: it's MOVED THE FUCK ON.
Seriously, Britain. EVERYONE has gotten past this. EVERYONE. THEY'VE worked hard: France, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Spain and countless others. They've BUILT the future that so many fought for.
Seriously, Britain. EVERYONE has gotten past this. EVERYONE. THEY'VE worked hard: France, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Spain and countless others. They've BUILT the future that so many fought for.
What've WE done?
FUCK ALL.
We've dined out on war stories for EIGHT DECADES while everyone else has looked at us with confusion and an increasing sense of pity. They moved past it. They worked to rebuild not only their countries but also their relationships. They made progress.
FUCK ALL.
We've dined out on war stories for EIGHT DECADES while everyone else has looked at us with confusion and an increasing sense of pity. They moved past it. They worked to rebuild not only their countries but also their relationships. They made progress.
We couldn't. We never got past it. We sat in it. For years. Decades. We never found the courage to handle what had happened to our country. That the world had changed. That we'd come through only by the skin of our teeth and with the help of our friends. That our empire was gone.
We weren't the big fish any more. And at first, okay, maybe it looked like we were going to adapt. In the fifties and sixties we seemed to be doing okay. But we weren't. Maybe we were hiding the trauma, I don't know. But, gradually, it took us over.
And now our media obsess over it. Our so-called "patriots" claim it as theirs to brandish around, as proof, they think, of our greatness, when what is it really? It's our hangup. It's our wound. It's the time when Britain was hurt - and realised it didn't know how to cope.
So while the other parties involved tentatively, gradually worked to build their relationships stronger, and reach for a joint, cooperative future, Britain sat in the corner, rocking and whispering to itself: "I'm still the greatest... I'm still the best..."
We need to get the fuck over this, Britain.
We need to process this, and find a way to move on. We need to face the future that so many died for, and stop trying to hide behind past victories.
Get.
Over.
The.
Fucking.
War.
We need to process this, and find a way to move on. We need to face the future that so many died for, and stop trying to hide behind past victories.
Get.
Over.
The.
Fucking.
War.
